Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritius and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wire to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
X-101,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
UT,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.